For my grandparent's stone farmhouse. My mother lived there her entire life, it charmed my childhood, and now my own children are enjoying its magic.
For pulling turnips in the garden with my children.
For nearby orchards where we collect our apples for cider making.
For a strong son who loves to help, and my father who champions his grandson.
For caring children who look out for one another most of the time.
For getting to participate in the longstanding family tradition of cider making, with my children.
For hot cider while we wait, I am thankful.
For cousins too many to count, for feasting, for being loved while we were gone, and welcomed when we returned, for a grandmother hearty and hale, and for a large family, I continue to give thanks.